they tried to track where the lsd came from, but they ended up tracking gentrification instead.
an entire article and you never mentioned the worse part of touch screens?
Y’all are pretty damn pro-union these days, and I truly wish you all well in your negotiations. There is strength in numbers, and strength in unity.
This is my first winter with an electric car (15 leaf).
thank you TRAFFIC JAMS! for reminding me of some of the best songs that have ever graced my mix tapes, er.. CD’s, or um iPod, or spotify or something. and for helping me discover new (to me anyways) music. deerhoof is always mandatory listening.
“RIP MR2, you didn’t deserve this.”
That Chinese car is much too well built to be a convincing Tesla knockoff. Look at how the taillight lines actually line up! Amateurs.
Brake engineer here:
I graduated with my Masters in 2010. Damn near no one was hiring at a decent job or a decent salary at that time, and I took the only job in my field that was offered to me just to pay the bills. That career did not end up working out, and after seven years of struggling, I am now going back to school for career …
“I’m not emo!”
That video is bloody perfect. And come to think of it, so is that Mike Leigh movie Happy Go Lucky, which has at least two really good driving lesson scenes.
That iteration of the band, with Scott Plouf of The Spinanes on drums, Jim Roth on guitar, Brett Netson on lead guitar, and the goddamned greatest bassist of all indie rock Brett Nelson on bass, was the best iteration of the band. No question. The version off their live album is somehow better. In fact, that entire…
I don’t listen to the radio anymore, but some time in the past few years through various shopping experiences I realized that Hallelujah has turned into a Christmas song.
Same reason as anywhere else; since you actually own the car, your insurance is cheaper, you spend less on taxes, and, much like a grown-adult-version of yourself, you actually own a piece of property; which, of course, you can use as collateral to do things like buy houses or bail your narcotics dealer out of jail.
I’ll spare you the five hundred miles, uphill both ways, home on summer tires story. All seasons do okayish. You probably won’t die.
I’ll back you up on your decision. In the Jalop echo-chamber, it gets easy to forget the real world exists. While snow tires or summer tires are clearly superior to all-seasons in their respective times, what every article fails to mention are the millions of drivers that make it through the winter just fine on…